Washed up old maid, drowned rat, tapped out boxer
Push n' shove: now hosting-- life: defrauded.
How tricksy of you! This attempt to conquer
Wave after wave of your deadly kisses
Please cease and retreat. I want my mother.
I miss my father and need my brother.
I need to, I have to, jump these abysses.
You Replaced my soft wishes, with hard edges--
Shrill voices, sad faces and some fist throws,
Your devotion in physical pledges.
Ah, but wait, I can take off your clothes.
Remember beneath the bastards and bitches,
Is the same heart, with all the same stitches.
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